12 Minutes to Die

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Twelve minutes to live.
Twelve minutes to die.

What would you do with twelve minutes?

My best friend became the love of my life. Like all couples, we had our good times and our bad. Endured through sickness and health. Worked as a team to navigate through richer and poorer. The life we built was a good one... then tragedy struck.

If humans were meant to love and be loved, how do I move on when I’m standing at the grave of my soulmate? Can the heart ever heal when all it beat for is torn away? I have to persevere. To live in loving memory. All the while wondering if the sun will ever shine through the storm clouds of grief...

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